Quality Hotel Yogyakarta

... nauseous. I concentrated ******* not being sick. During this time, old Indian bloke Asan took up far too much space in the back seat and made inane and annoying comments. When we finally arrived at the viewpoint, disaster had struck. There was a huge amount of cloud, and we could see absolutely **** all. This drive had been a waste of time. Aaagh. However, the positive side of this was that I went and bought some beautifully-titled "Pocari Sweat" electrolyte ...

... and sights to see. I went to the Vredium (check spelling) museum, looking around and just to have a wonder and maybe learn something, become cultured (yeah right!). Here I met Carlos (from Chile) and Rolly (from Indonesia), both spoke good english and invited me to join them to go to the large market. So I said yes. After walking around for a while (and getting some replacement clothing) we met Rolly's friend Erna ...

... now I will return home with crazy-looking scars on my toes and heels that weren’t there before. Hanan even got a mosquito bite on the bottom of this foot! Those hurt real bad. Most guesthouses that acknowledge their susceptibility to mosquitoes will provide a decent net that drapes over the bed, and those are actually quite nice to sleep under because you don’t have to worry if your limbs are sticking out of the sheets for fear that they might get bitten. Bed bugs, however ...

... just touched upon something within me and I had to have it. It cost a fair bit, but I knocked off a fair whack of the asking price and was happy to pay what I did. After this I kicked back for a bit and then went to Bedhot, the awesomely named resaurant with spectacular artwork on the walls (something akin to my batik strangely enough) where I had lunch and a couple of Bintangs. I was lounging at my table beer in hand and the waiter came over and started to ...

... lovely market salesman; some people find them annoying because they usually try and sell you something, but you can often get into some quite interesting conversations with them. We only ended up comparing how relaxed the Indonesian lifestyle is, compared to the busy money making bees of London, but he did say I looked like Al Pacino [Tom: What?! Maybe from that film where he plays a heroin addict!] in my hat, so he was an instant winner.


Day Six:

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... section is extremely poor and depressing. I had a hard time being around it all and not being able to do anything. So we didn't do much in Jakarta. It's the kind of place I think you only go to if you have to. And we had to go there because we were flying to Sumatra. I'll leave this segment here. It's getting very long now and Sumatra's blog will be just as long if not longer! Expect that one in your inboxes sometime soon.

... the pic and then walked back out the back again - the perfect crime!! It was nice - but only ok nice - not special. I have saved the best till last though. After a rain interlude I went out to Borobudhur. The most important budhist monumenbt in Java. I had to get a local bus to Jombor and then change for an hour long jurney to Borobudhur. After walking through the usual annoying throng of hawkers at these places I was faced with the immence size of Borobudhur ...

... ignoring the majority of the main roads. Yogyakarta is also the base for visits to Gunung Merapi - literally translated as Fire Mountain. The volcano is approx 40km out of town so I hired a motorbike ...

... les souliers la fille nous montre les bas . . . on fini par trouver de la colle, reparation en cours, la semelle fond sous la colle. Rejean avait plutot mauvaise mine en regardant tout ca... Ses propos ne se repete pas. Ils les a enlacer un bon 10 minutes. Il a eu un peu peur de rester les doigts colles sur le soulier. Enfin, le test final, deux jours apres, tout tient en place. youpi, de nouveau des souliers neuf... Bisouxxxxxxxxxx France et Rejean

Java: We flew into Yogyjakarta (Java) from Denpesar (Bali). We are getting to be like veteran travellers know. Found a taxi and straight off to a Lonely Planet recommended hotel without a hitch and for a fraction of the cost of taking the "Tourist" taxis into town. Unfortunately the Lonely Planet recommended hotel smelled like ****..... again! Not sure who's doing these hotel reviews, but they must really like the smell of ...